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NBA star LeBron James, #6 of the Miami Heat, waits to shoot a foul shot during a recent game against the Washington Wizards at American Airlines Arena.
I am reveling in the struggles of the Miami Heat.
In the heat of this summer, LeBron James abandoned the Cleveland Cavaliers and "took his talents to South Beach." His move devastated the city of Cleveland. It also crushed my hometown team, the Orlando Magic. We had just built a brand spankin' new arena, we had just been in the 2009 NBA Finals, and we were just getting over the loss of Shaquille O'Neal (even though he left 15 seasons ago).
We were on the cusp of greatness.
And there comes Miami with their three superstars, raining on our parade.
The summer was harsh on us Orlando fans. Everyone went gaga over what they thought would the greatest collection of players ever to come together in basketball history. LeBron James was the most coveted player ever to expose himself to the NBA free agency. Dwayne Wade was the face of a franchise and had even won a NBA Finals MVP (Most Valuable Player) award in 2003. Chris Bosh was a solid all-star caliber player and by far, the best player in the Toronto Raptors, before he left to complete the trifecta in Miami.
Together, these three would be unstoppable.
Ohioans and Central Floridians were left pouting and yelling "No Fair!" as we watched our championship dreams fly off to Miami with LeBron.
But then the season started and the Heat's problems as a team became clear. LeBron James and his sidekick Dwayne Wade are the exact same players. Both need the ball all the time and neither is a great shooter. Chris Bosh, while tall at 6-feel-11-inches is not good right around the basket and feels more comfortable shooting short-range jump shots. On a good team, players compliment each other. Miami, on the other hand, is a team of redundancy.
I am not stupid: I know these are three great players. With time, they will figure out a way to make it work. I'm guessing they will win 55 to 60 games out of a possible 82—certainly nothing to sneeze at. Hey, they might even turn it around and find a way to win the championship this year.
But for now, I am in solidarity with my brethren in Cleveland and we are taking pleasure in watching "King James" fall on his face.
Zishan Jiwani is an editorial assistant with Tell Me More.